The Sentinels dysphoria

The scent of Blackrock, of Skellige, was still hanging in her pelt. She'd been covered in it when she left the Bay, and had been unable to rid herself of it during her foray into the wilderness.

There had not been much to see. More land. More emptiness. Hunger.

Mannoah was in a bad way. Her hips and spine were jutting, rawboned, and her belly seemed to distend unnaturally from her lanky body. She did not look pregnant so much as she looked diseased, but this was lost on the woman. Her current state was lost, everything was lost as she stumbled back toward the Bay, to Skellige, to the Red Woman and her pups. To the Familiar Place, to the only place she knew. The scent was strong on the borders, and in her madness, Mannoah did not realize that she was entering Donnelaith and not Blackrock. Had not been there for the opening of the borders.

Weak, delirious, Mannoah stumbled through the trees.